Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1857 Doomsday Panic
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However, a terrifying scene unfolded!

A believer whose chest was instantly pierced by the Black Bird Division's blade did not fall down, but instead burst into maniacal laughter.

With his last ounce of strength, he plunged his hands into his own chest and ripped it open.

The filthy black blood within his body, which had long been thoroughly corrupted by the curse and was as viscous as scalding tar, violently sprayed and exploded.

Chi Chi Chi -!
A foul-smelling mist of blood instantly filled the air.

This cursed blood contains a terrifying corrosive power, which corrodes and melts any steel armor it touches.

The three elite Xuan Niao Division soldiers, who were too close to dodge in time, only had time to let out half a shrill, inhuman scream before their flesh and blood melted away like candles in full view of everyone, leaving only three skeletons emitting blue smoke in the blink of an eye.

The battle instantly erupted into an incredibly brutal struggle.

Cult members are fearless and use their bodies and blood as weapons.

The elite Xuan Niao Division, relying on exquisite teamwork and powerful soul skills, desperately resisted this frenzied, suicidal attack, advancing step by step towards the priest at the center of the altar. Each step forward was paved with blood and death.

Just as the battle reached a stalemate, and the cult priest brandished his bone staff, summoning a barrage of foul, bloody arrows in an attempt to completely overwhelm the remaining "Night Owl" members, reinforcements arrived.

"Roar—!" A deafening roar, filled with boundless rage and murderous intent, resounded like thunder in the underground space.

The raging torrent of golden-red soul power erupted like a volcano, instantly dispersing the heavy stench of blood and sulfur.

A burly figure descended from the sky, enveloped in an intensely bright light; it was none other than Ge Laihao's younger brother, Ge Laizheng!
His martial spirit, "Blazing Golden Yazi," roared behind him, burning with golden flames that burned away all filth.

"Die, you beast! Eighth Soul Skill: Blazing Gold Sky-Splitting Slash!"

Ge Laizheng roared, his soul rings flashing, and a golden-red blade aura, tens of feet long and condensed to the point of being almost tangible, tore through the air and slashed fiercely at the rain of blood-stained arrows and the cult priests behind them.

Wherever the blade's energy passed, the rain of filthy blood arrows hissed and evaporated as if encountering ice and snow under the blazing sun.

Ge Laizheng's current positions are Senior Inspector General of the Imperial Gendarmerie, Deputy Chief of Military Law, and Chief of Military Law Enforcement. The first two are nominal, while the latter, Chief of Military Law Enforcement, is rarely deployed unless there is a major event like the previous capture of the Sunset Legion.

Therefore, for him to truly make a comeback, he must perform meritorious service, and his brother is trying his best to give him opportunities.

Almost simultaneously, a green shadow moved like the wind and lightning, arriving first despite being behind!

The Chief of the Black Bird Division, Yu Yuancheng, has arrived!
His martial spirit, "Wind-Riding Bird," unfurled its enormous cyan-gold wings, moving so fast that it left behind afterimages.

Facing the bone staff that the priest hastily raised, radiating a dense blood-red shield, Yu Yuancheng's eyes were icy as he uttered a low shout: "Sixth Soul Skill: Thousand Feathers Break Barrier!"

With a flick of his arms, countless cyan feathers, condensed from pure wind spirit power, shot out like a rain of pear blossoms.

Each feather spun at high speed, emitting a piercing shriek, and struck the same point on the blood-red shield with pinpoint accuracy.

Tsk-!
Under the combined onslaught of the blazing golden blade's ferocious power and the dense penetration of the Thousand Feather Barrier Breaker, the priest's blood-red shield shattered like a fragile eggshell.

The lingering golden-red blade light slashed fiercely at the priest's hastily parried bone staff.

"Crack!" The bone staff broke in response!

The priest was struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out a mouthful of black blood and staggering backward.

"It's over! Secret Technique: Yazi Shattering Soul Strike!" How could Ge Laizheng give him a chance to catch his breath?

He lunged forward like lightning, a blinding golden light gathering on his left fist, with a ferocious phantom of a Yazi head roaring faintly at the tip of his fist!

This is a powerful soul bone technique that contains both mental shock and physical destruction!

"Fifth Soul Skill - Wind Binding Strangulation!" Yu Yuancheng attacked simultaneously, and invisible wind chains instantly wrapped around the priest's limbs, slowing his movements!

boom! ! !
Ge Laizheng's powerful punch, filled with anger and strength, landed squarely on the cult priest's chest!
The violent golden energy penetrated his body, and the priest's chest cavity visibly collapsed, with the sound of bones shattering clearly audible.

The madness in his eyes was quickly replaced by deathly pallor. However, just as life was about to be completely extinguished, a twisted and fanatical smile suddenly appeared on the face of this Contra-level priest.

With his last breath, he hoarsely uttered that extremely wicked prophecy:

"Ha...ha...ignorant...foolish creatures of the earth! The Azure...Azure Bamboo Sword Lord...has been...summoned by the Supreme Lord of Corrupted Blood! His blood...his sacred blood...will transform into...a raging torrent! Within seven days! Within seven days...it will surely...drown...all...unclean...creatures...of the earth!!"

This cursed and desperate roar, like a death knell from the depths of hell, echoed wildly beneath the dome of the bone altar, then spread in all directions through countless dark passages.

Ge Laizheng and Yu Yuancheng, two battle-hardened imperial powerhouses, instantly turned ashen-faced.

A chill ran down my spine and straight to the top of my head!

These carefully crafted, vicious proverbs are far more deadly than any sword.

An even more deadly poison is spreading.

Less than an hour after the priest's death, it was quietly injected into the dark and sensitive nerve endings of the Southeast Region's underworld through some kind of sinister power or a pre-prepared channel.

Panic, like a lit fuse of plague, exploded in every crevice and dark corner of the underground city!

The news spread like wildfire, like a winged demon:
"Have you heard? The Azure Bamboo Sword Lord has become a vessel for the evil god!"

"Seven days later! His blood will turn into a flood, drowning everyone on earth!"

"The surface world is doomed! We can't escape underground either!"

"Run! Run deeper into the darkness! Or break free!"

The cave-dwelling slums were the first to descend into madness, with emaciated people, families in tow, clutching their meager possessions, rushing blindly forward like a frightened herd of beasts.

Smugglers abandoned their priceless goods, desperate to survive. Prostitutes, barely clothed, screamed and fled in terror.

Even members of some small organizations that were already operating in a gray area were terrified by this apocalyptic prophecy and joined the tide of escape.

The crowds from all directions, like a murky underground river, surged toward all known and unknown exits.

One of the largest groups of people, crying, pushing and shoving, rushed towards the main entrances and exits that were under strict control by the authorities!

"Let us out!"

"The flood is coming! Let's get on!"

Please! Open the door!

Cries, curses, pleas, and screams of pushing and trampling merged into a despairing wave that crashed against the blockade line formed by the heavily armored city guards.

The shield wall formed by the soldiers teetered precariously under the onslaught of the massive crowd, and the shouts of those trying to maintain order were drowned out by the tide of panic.

The situation is completely out of control!

In the military command room, Golaihao watched as the nodes representing the various exits of the underground city on the sand table were instantly submerged by glaring red markers indicating "serious chaos." In addition to anger, his eyes clearly reflected a sense of gravity and urgency.

Chaos became the cult's best shield, and also a ticking countdown to death hanging over Tiandou City.

The Scarlet Embrace has achieved at least part of its objective.

Amidst this man-made torrent of doomsday panic, true darkness is creeping in.

The seven-day deadline, like the Sword of Damocles, hangs high over the heart of the empire.

Finding the Green Bamboo Sword Master and stopping the prophesied "flood of rotten blood" is now of utmost urgency.

(End of this chapter)